Speed Racer by Her’s

The moment the fight was brought into close quarters, he could really feel how tiny she was. He almost felt he could knock her over with a single well timed blow. But where would be the fun in that? This battle was about the dance as much as it was the blood and violence. He felt his spurs sink in, and the skin tear from the pressure of her movements. There was already blood in the air, and he could smell it, sweet and salty on the tip of his tongue.

In retaliation, her blade found his scruff, but he forced her to reach up for it as he surged upwards and forward as he attempted to grab the silky skin behind her ears. Her blade hit true, sinking into his flesh. They were one for one now, blood on their fur and on their weapons. The scent fresh in the barren landscape of old wounds. She twisted away from him, and with the shift he attempted to snake forward and lick at the blood formed from his shoulder spur accessories. She was in that moment aiming for his flank. He didn’t try to stop her, instead his dragon-like eyes caught the motion, and he kicked up his back leg, aiming to suddenly jab the natural bone spur that sat there into the joint where her foreleg met her shoulder.

“You taste like fine wine.” He teased, whispering in her ear like lovers as they did their best to bleed each other.

Basilisk vs Absinth for minor neck scarring
Round 2/2
Age: Over one
Size: Paleo species
Build: Balanced
Offensive Battle Accessory: Shoulder Spurs
Defensive Battle Accessory: Leather Faux Wings
Companion 1: Peregrine Falcon, Female - Battle - Boosted
Companion 2: Miniature reindeer, Male - Battle - Boosted
*Companion 3: Wyrm, Female, 50", Boosted
Mutation 1: Bone spurs - Defensive
Mutation 2: Elongated fangs - Offensive
Mutation 3: Lizard eyes- Perception
Skills: Master Fighter & Master Hunter
Specialty: Bloodletter

"Basilisk Fatalis"